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. Everyone pisses me off. You all suck. I’m so angry right now, angry at nothing. Angry at everything.. I want to slap somebody. I want to slap myself, actually, right across the fucking face. I am such an idiot sometimes, for getting mad at the people who only try to help me.
You’re all so beautiful.
Tumblr is full of all these beautiful girls. Full of girls who I see as perfect, who doubt it themselves but it’s so damn mindblowing.
Maybe I am a jealous person. I never thought so, but the events lately have made me consider otherwise.
I’d give just about anything to look like any of you.
Ecstasy, my escape.
Such a wonderful drug.
So wonderful, it could swallow me whole and I won’t mind. I would live forever with wide pupils and a constant grin, my heart forever racing. I could stay capped as the world fell apart and all I would be able to do is laugh. Dance for the sun, and find beauty in disaster.
I do X so often, because it makes me the exact person I strive to be. The person I could have been, if depression never chained me to a brickwall of misery, unbreakable. The person I used to be.
The one with potential. The one who would find her bliss in the tiniest of life’s simple pleasures.
But that girl is dead; her ghost only comes out to play when the shell she left behind is loaded up with chemicals.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
